"Mom, I'll be back in a bit."
Marissa had a pretty good idea of what he was up to and just had to give him a piece of her mind.
"I've asked around, and it's true, Aubree's really into that young guy. Everyone's moved on, and so should you. You're a grown man, there's no need to cling to this. There are plenty of fish in the sea."
Andrew felt like someone had their hands around his throat, and he couldn't get a word out. He grit his teeth, and after a long pause, a stubborn look came over him.
"They'll break up eventually."
Matthew is still young; his promises don’t mean much. So, Andrew decided to bide his time and wait for them to split. He was sure it would happen.
He felt downright pathetic. Everyone, including Brielle, just wanted Aubree to be happy. But not him. He was the only one hoping for a breakup, thinking that would be his chance. He didn’t dare try the same tricks as before, worried that going after Matthew might make Aubree hate him. Now, all he could do was wait.
Andrew's hope turned into a nightly ritual, a whispered prayer before sleep.
Please break up soon, please break up soon.
He wished he’d wake up to news that they’d split. But life had other plans for him—Aubree and Matthew were doing great together.
Before long, Aubree wrapped up all her scenes for the movie. Matthew came by the set again, but by then, everyone had caught on to what was going on.
Aubree wasn’t as laid-back as Matthew; she still cared about what people thought. So, when Matthew came to visit the second time, she kept things professional and didn't let him get too close, sending him home hungry.
When filming wrapped, Matthew put together a fancy dinner to celebrate.
He even baked a little cake.
"I made it myself, make a wish."
Aubree chuckled.
But when Aubree saw the interview, she couldn’t help but call Max.
"So, Mr. Dorsey, what do you think of my guy? Not too shabby, right?"
Aubree had never shown off her partner like this before. With Andrew, she had to keep everything under wraps, like they were hiding in the shadows, afraid of being found out and judged.
But with someone as impressive as Matthew, her pride was hard to contain. She couldn't resist calling the guy everyone was comparing him to.
"Not bad, but he's still got some catching up to do."
A man's cool voice came through, making Aubree's lips twitch. She didn’t want to admit it, but that was Max.
Why did it feel like he was just shamelessly bragging?

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